To Be Rainy
The place where I murmured the holly words of being with you, I remembered that I'd seen you on all the lines of sky's looking. Sky had moon every where I was. Even windows of house would be open to little black clouds of night. And I murmured you with closed eyes, open heart to your eyes. You were heard from tallest green minaret of nature. I was read from deepest star of night. I know if I tell about you, you'll be a call yourself, louder than thunder. This time, I want to be a face when if I was rainy, I'd be an arch to make you wet from green freshness of pine.